We have taken so much from these tribes, and now we’re trying to take more, and this is where it needs to stop. It needs to stop for the health and safety of our indigenous peoples. It needs to stop so that corporations and governments no longer assume it’s no problem to take what they want from the reservations without regard to the residents. It needs to stop for the sake of our land, our water, and our air.

New posts below. Thank you to everyone who’s donated so far! We’re close to being able to make rent, but still need to make the car payment, phone bill, insurance, and food. My check for blogging won’t be here for at least a couple of weeks, so we’re stuck. If you can, please chip in. If you can’t, please share widely. Thank you!

The best laid plans o’ cats and dames have again gang aft agley. That lovely commission job we got? First paycheck was clothes. There has been no second paycheck. Needless to say, I’m back on the job market. But I haven’t landed a new position yet.

As if that wasn’t bad enough, my check for Rosetta Stones hasn’t gotten here this month. That’s a huge chunk of the rent missing.

Misha and I desperately need your help to keep us both fed and housed, plus make the car and insurance payments. So if you’ve got a bit to spare, we’re eternally grateful!

There comes a point when, during the perusal of an ACE Science PACE, the brain bluescreens. The system shuts down for self-protection. It’s usually at about the point where you’ve encountered the umpteenth wrong thing in as many sentences, and you begin wondering how any adult can be so bloody fucking ignorant. You suddenly realize that more than one bloody fucking ignorant adult was involved in writing this pablum. And you begin to consider that some of the children being subjected to this shit will never recover, but will someday regurgitate this shit with updated pictures and errors, then expect a whole new generation of kids to lap it up. This is about the point where the brain crashes.

It’s the conclusion of our Burke Museum series! In this edition: play with microscopes, explore enough evolution to make a creationist cry, meet a very startled horse, discover what’s in a field notebook, and see our very own first-ever Washington State dinosaur fossil!

There are only a few situations in which having coffee with your friends is a revolutionary act. Being in the FLDS is one of them. And it’s something you may not even be able to contemplate until your sister is forced into marriage with another man.

The Christianist authors of Earth Science 4th Edition, after achieving a crescendo of crackpottery, manage to dial it back down to nearly knowledgeable as they explain Short-Term Climate Change. They describe things like ENSO and La Niña in terms befitting a science text. But you can see them slipping when they devote a section to volcanism. All that ash! It cools the world!

So. The Accountant’s out. And if anyone thought we were going to get a nuanced film with an autistic hero which doesn’t objectify or other autistic folk, well, looks like they’re wrong. Go read all of the reviews here at my friend Ronja’s Facebook post. I hope you have an ableism bingo card of some sort handy, because you’ll win big just from what the reviewers talk about.

Special notice: if you’re epileptic or have migraines, or if those health issues run in your family, this movie might physically harm you. More on that later.